Written by GOTA. This is another installment of 'Let's Make A Trade.' A bit of a slow read in this chapter. A build-up for the finale. This is an OOC Mitsuki x OOC Izuku love story.

The weather was a bit warmer than usual in March. Izuku just stepped out of the convenient store with a popsicle in his hand. Queen Latifah's "Just Another Day" was playing in the background. A couple of the old-timers were sitting out playing chess. A couple of children were exchanging trading cards to put on their bicycles. He even saw gyaru teenagers turning down a couple of elder salarymen as they were deciding on which venue to find some younger men. Izuku wasn't as observant on any other day but it felt good to take a break to check other's perspectives from time to time.

He wasn't ready to head back home so he decided to post him at the bench to the store. He dusted off any remnants of dirt and grime. He overlooked the over scrawled graffiti of sexual expletives, racial profanity, and faux good-time contacts. He leaned his back against the concrete, unwrapping the frozen treat. Lemonade was the flavor.

For some reason, he felt very easy-going. For one, it wasn't every day to have a warm, sunny day during the rainy season. Another thing, Principal Nezu decided to give a class a free day to roam and peruse the campus. In his words, everyone doesn't have to go home but they won't be in class either. Opting out of hanging out with the others at the arcade, the emerald teen just wanted some time alone.

Can that be a choice that a fifteen-year-old make for once?

While putting the popsicle in his mouth, he reached into his cell phone as he decided to check on the latest on Facebook. A text appeared on his Messenger. Immediately, the teen darted his eyes in case of prying ears. He turned away from the others as he put his phone on the bench.

The text was coming from Mitsuki. Using her maiden name as an alias, this was another way of communicating without anyone, especially her husband, finding out.

[Mitsuki, 13:12]: Hey, my little fishy! You know that I miss you.

Reading those words (or rather hearing those words) made the young teen's heart flutter. To think that they have carried on this relationship over the past three months. They were very careful, trying to keep things as naturally routined as possible. Mitsuki and Izuku met on every other weekend, days in which her husband would take trips or spend time at the office. According to the blonde, her husband has been heavily consumed with the Laos Account that she knew that he would either be spending the night at the office or going to the nearby manga cafe to rest. Katsuki would either go to Eijiro's and crash or she would leave him some money to go out and do what he wanted. She felt that her son was going to do what he wanted anyway but at least it can be justifiable of having that said permission.

Mitsuki often told Izuku that Katsuki was faulted to a tee, taking more of her negative points than anything else. Even when they kissed or make love, she often apologized for the wrongdoings of her son (provoked or not).

[Izuku, 13:13]: Hey, Auntie. I miss you, too!

On this particular day, Mitsuki was spending the day with her husband. When they have last spoken, her husband was going to take her out for dinner and spend the evening at a nearby resort. It was his way of making up for the lost time. Izuku was mad. He couldn't be. He knew the score the moment he laid eyes on the married woman.

They were just borrowing each other. Making deals, bartering and trading sexual favors for each other. He tried not to think negatively. Admittedly, he was enjoying the amazing, ravishing, steaming hot sex they had. What teen wouldn't say no to an older woman? Sometimes, it felt good for payback to the things that Katsuki has done. Nothing burns more than spurting his hot manly seed into the place his childhood friend/enemy came out of.

[Mitsuki, 13:15]: This is such a drag. Snoresville! It is supposed to be our weekend getaway and the bastard left to go to an emergency meeting.

[Izuku, 13:16]: Don't call your husband that, Auntie. Call me a hypocrite but Uncle Masaru is trying to provide for you and Kacchan. I often feel bad for allowing this to continue.

[Mitsuki, 13:18]: Sweetness, don't! You have always been a sweet boy! That is why I like you. I miss you. Just communicating like this makes me yearn more and more of you.

[Izuku, 13:19]: I care for you as well, Auntie. Just enjoy your time and we can get back together whenever you are free.

[Mitsuki, 13:20]: You're too good to me. You're too modest. If only you were a few years older. Or better yet, if I were a few years younger.

Whispers of sweet nothings. It amazed Izuku that he was able to understand that. This relationship. This conditional relationship. Often, he wondered if he wasn't the only boy. Mitsuki was able to sway him at a drop of a hat. How many others were in the fray? A bit of insecurity? Maybe a hint of fact? Or probably the amount of NTR mangas he has read with Katsuki whenever they hung out. His childhood friend was a huge fan of NTR. No wonder the blond was a sadist for taking things that didn't belong to him.

Quite ironic since he was now no different.

Yet again, why did he still crave her? Whenever he would masturbate to his classmates, he couldn't get it up. Utsushimi, Yaoyorozu, Hadou, Kendou, Ashido, and even Uraraka resulted in whiskey dick. However, the thought of Bakugo's mother, his dick acts like a piston and pumps until all of the oil comes out.

[Mitsuki, 13:23]: Sweetheart, are you still there?

[Izuku, 13:23]: I am! I just got distracted.

[Mitsuki, 13:24]: Hopefully, it wasn't some girl.

[Izuku, 13:25]: Aside from the gyarus I just have seen. Just old-timers and kids.

[Mitsuki, 13:26]: Good! I wouldn't know what to do if some girl would talk to you.

[Izuku, 13:26]: Jealous I think.

[Mitsuki, 13:27]: Right! I mean, we do have something, do we?

A brush cool air made Izuku feel nippy. Feeling the erection of his chest, he wished he would have worn an undershirt.

Auntie? Me? A connection?

[Izuku, 13:27]: I didn't think we had something. I just thought we were just conducting business.

[Mitsuki, 13:28]: I still can't believe you remember that.

The that she was referring to was what started this rendezvous in the first place. The copy of the Swingout Sisters that Auntie Mitsuki discovered. The first blowjob he had experienced by her in her home. The bribery, the deal they made to keep things quiet.

It still felt like yesterday when feeling her wettest muscle massaging the phallus of his dick. Just thinking about it made a bump in his pants.

[Izuku, 13:28]: How could I not? You were threatening to tell my mom.

[Mitsuki 13:29]: Yep! It worked, didn't it? Well, I want to have one more transaction if you don't mind me doing so.

One more transaction?

[Izuku, 13:30]: Sure!

[Mitsuki, 13:31]: Masaru just texted me and let me know that the date was postponed. I will have the hotel to myself tonight. Come and join me. One last transaction.

[Izuku, 13:32]: Yes, ma'am!

[Mitsuki, 13:33]: No regrets? No cold feet?

[Izuku, 13:34]: No, ma'am. None at all!

[Mitsuki, 13:34]: It is Room 1406. Just say you are my son. Until then, my sweet.

Izuku logged off of Messenger and looked at the afternoon sky. One last transaction. What does it mean? Is it an end? Is it something more than that? Izuku tried not to think too much into it. Like he had mentioned earlier, he knew their relationship was conditional.

Izuku placed the phone back into his pocket. Queen Latifah's "Just Another Day" continued to serenade the area as it was apparent that the store owner kept it on repeat. He returned to the corner store as he was going to purchase some condoms.

If this wasn't going to be their final transaction, then he was going to be certain that it was a deal to remember.

A few hours later….

Izuku wore his best outfit. A blue buttoned-down, long-sleeved shirt and khaki slacks. He borrowed his father's best cologne to suit this evening's occasion. Under his parents' impression, he was going out to the karaoke bar with some friends. Inko provided him a few dollars and Hisashi provided him with a word of advice: play safe if you are heading home. He patted him on his back, slipping a condom in his back pocket. His absentee father - may not be there when he wants him, but always there right on time.

Stepping in the elevator, he pressed the button to the ground floor. Mitsuki told him that an Uber was going to escort him to the hotel. As she mentioned earlier in the text, he was under the pseudonym, Katsuki Bakugo. Listening to his auntie's orders, he was on the way to see her.

He stepped out of the elevator as he made his usual twenty steps to the courtyard. As she said, an Uber was waiting outside for him.

The silver-gray Mercedes S600 stood front and center. A tall courier stood out of the vehicle, holding the door out for apparently him.

"Are you Midoriya, Izuku," asked the courier in a raspy voice.

Izuku nodded his head before answering. "Yes, sir. That is me!"

The courier nodded accordingly before pulling the door for him to enter. "Right this way!"

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

If he knew better, he felt like he was going to an American prom or whatever dances high schoolers attend to have a good time.

Upon entering the car, he felt a hand touching his arm.

"Good evening, Mr. Mi-do-ri-ya!"

The alluring, yet seductive introduction came from Mitsuki Bakugo. The woman in black.

Mitsuki was wearing a black evening dress that was studded in diamonds. Unsure if that was the dress from the Alexander McQueen collection, but she appeared beautiful. Her dress went down to her leg, covering her high heels. Her hair was previously styled, added some extensions to her. She did a Grace Kelly look. She was wearing pearl, diamond-encrusted earrings. It looked like she was ready for the red carpet versus going on a date.

"I must say, Izuku." She let out a tiny purr. "You kids do know how to clean up nice."

"Thank you," said Izuku. "And you, Mrs. Bakugo, you look...you look."

"Jaw-dropping? Drop-dead gorgeous? Tenderizing for one to partake?" Mitsuki leaned in closer so she could be beside him. Pulling him by his collar, she pulled him in for a kiss. Her lips brush his. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding.

She told the driver that she was ready. The car was in motion and they were on their way to their date.

He wanted to pull away before he lost himself but he couldn't resist. At that pivotal moment, his senses have been seduced and she could no longer think straight.

"Izuku" she whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. He smiled, his heart fluttering at her voice as he clasped her hands on either side of her face. Never before has his name ever felt so wonderful a one, he thought, as he leaned in for another. Even if this love might be conditional, he didn't want to define the measure of its time.

"The drive is going to about twenty minutes because of traffic, Miss Inoue," said the driver from the intercom.

"I am not in too much of a hurry to go there anyway," replied Mitsuki. "In fact, take the scenic route."

"As you wish, Miss Inoue," replied the driver.

"And as for you, Izuku, I've decided to have other plans with our last transaction," she said with a low purr in her voice.

To be concluded….